[ He could explain it's not really a burn, not in the traditional sense. But he's also heavily aware he's admitted to Miles he's got an expiration date, sooner or later. Instead, he lets himself stay where he is, watching Miles; he shifts his hand to help twine their fingers together. ]

You and I both know there isn't, but that's one of the things you fight for, yeah? Making things fair. Making sure Justice's served for big or little things.

[ A soft laugh, though. ]

Yeah? You gonna argue with some old Lucian dudes for my soul? You might have better luck than me, cause I only convinced them not to incinerate me on the spot.